Revelation In Space
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I have found that there are only 2 types of atheists. The militant and the non-militant. The majority, by far, are the non-militant. It's about bread and butter people, don't deceive yourself. The American Dream doesn't, even prior to the Inside Job, concern itself on any real marginal level, regarding the existence or non-existence of what we will call, out of pure ignorance, and a greatly established finer educational institutional bullshit circus devoted to the knowledge of anything other that the fucking bread and butter. You can call it what you want. You can be the quasi intellectual idiot, and get all worked up about it but hey. Ain't nobody going to quiz you on the latent propaganda. It's all about who or what or - you know - what it is we must, at this stage of what we would be almost vacuously absent in remiss to every spark of our being being speculative and new and a remarkably fascinating multi-dimensional series of universes if it were not for, not at this point religion, because we wised up to that, but rather. Science.
I'm from the future and science is dead. Had you been an eighth as clever as you 'thought' you were you wouldn't be.
God, is like this: A man stumbles through the open plain, starving, cold and afraid. Green grass for as far as the eye can see and as darkness creeps under the ever watchful eye of the desperate hero in our story has no recourse but to accept the gathering of the predator. Stumbling upon the dried excrement of a bovine variety he lifts it, and eats the crawling things beneath. He lights it for warmth and protection and he proclaims it his god.
Two thousand or so years later the atheist, who hasn't a clue, determines that his god doesn't exist. A pile of shit on the open plains. What arrogance, and blind to the landscape historical. What myopic vision.
If you can't accept that God is a turd you can't accept that Eric Clapton or Frodo, or Jesus, or Moses, or Jehovah or Satan are gods as well.
That's sort of funny, 'cause y'all imaged something wrong.
I'm from the future and science is dead. Had you been an eighth as clever as you 'thought' you were you wouldn't be.
God, is like this: A man stumbles through the open plain, starving, cold and afraid. Green grass for as far as the eye can see and as darkness creeps under the ever watchful eye of the desperate hero in our story has no recourse but to accept the gathering of the predator. Stumbling upon the dried excrement of a bovine variety he lifts it, and eats the crawling things beneath. He lights it for warmth and protection and he proclaims it his god.
Two thousand or so years later the atheist, who hasn't a clue, determines that his god doesn't exist. A pile of shit on the open plains. What arrogance, and blind to the landscape historical. What myopic vision.
If you can't accept that God is a turd you can't accept that Eric Clapton or Frodo, or Jesus, or Moses, or Jehovah or Satan are gods as well.
That's sort of funny, 'cause y'all imaged something wrong.
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